The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.

Houses Are Like The Human Beings That Inhabit Them.

Forty Is The Old Age Of Youth; Fifty The Youth Of Old Age.

It Seemed To Be A Necessary Ritual That He Should Prepare Himself For Sleep By Meditating Under The Solemnity Of The Night Sky... A Mysterious Transaction Between The Infinity Of The Soul And The Infinity Of The Universe.

We Are Reassured Almost As Foolishly As We Are Alarmed; Human Nature Is So Constituted.

A Tempest Ceases, A Cyclone Passes Over, A Wind Dies Down, A Broken Mast Can Be Replaced, A Leak Can Be Stopped, A Fire Extinguished, But What Will Become Of This Enormous Brute Of Bronze?